"The Ghoul Mask, armed with Lornley's magic, possesses ghoul-like abilities and shadow shuttles. ”

The information from the crystal nucleus shocked Thor.

Lorneley's magic armament is very famous, and it is legendary that if you collect all the outfits, you can get the legacy of the legendary magician Lorneley!

The legendary rank is the tip of the pyramid of the magic envoy level, and since the birth of the magic power, there are less than ten legendary magicians.

Nine out of ten magicians are trapped at a high level, and throughout their lives, they can only obtain a unique title, and they cannot step into the legend.

However, over the centuries, eight Lorinley suits have been discovered, but not all of them, and no one knows the exact number of suits.

And a single set of parts, the attributes are different.

Some are just entry-level Noble Phantasms, like hands-on works, and some are the highest, but they are only the level of high-level Noble Phantasms.

And every set has a lot of side effects.

Ghoul masks, for example, pollute the user's mind and eventually become a walking dead controlled by the mask.

Gradually, the magician's enthusiasm for Lorneley's armament was dissipated, and he even doubted the authenticity of the legend.

Later, it was classified as a Dark Treasure, that is, a type of Noble Phantasm that has great side effects on the user.

"I'm afraid this person's sanity has been controlled by the mask, and he will soon be reduced to a pure dark creature!"

Black shadows shuttled through the crowd, picking on the person with the torch in his hand, and the firelight fell one after another, along with the extinguishing of life, withering.

Thor turned a deaf ear to the wails for help, calmly observing the shadow's movements.

"No, help me!"

The black shadow climbed on the back of a soldier, and as soon as the cry for help in horror began, the claws of the cold light flashed into the chest from the back.

At the same time, the bloody mouth opened, and the blood on the neck was bitten, and the grunt was about to swallow the blood.

"Want to recover?"

At this moment, Thor's cold cheer rang out.

A gorgeous decorative sword slashed through the flickering firelight, piercing through the soldier's chest like a gossamer, and instantly piercing through the dark shadow behind him.

"Babble!"

The shadow let out a terrible howl and hurried into the shadows.

Faintly, however, a distinctly distorted figure could be seen swimming in the shadows.

Based on the information of the crystal nucleus, combined with his own observations, Thor guessed that it was likely that there was an ordinary person under the mask

Then to activate the ability of the mask, it will definitely cost you.

Since there is a ghoul-like ability, the means of recovery must be to devour blood!

So let Thor seize the opportunity and unleash the fatal blow.

Although it is not clear about the Dark Shadow's injury, it is definitely injured, plus it has not been replenished, and it is already in trouble!

After the chaos just now, the crowd did not dare to move, and all of them widened their eyes and looked at the darkness around them in fear.

Thor clutched another rapier from the living room wall, his gaze following the figure in the shadows, moving from side to side.

In the flickering firelight, the living room fell into an eerie silence, only suppressed wails and heavy breathing.

The black shadow seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and the pale mask suddenly rose from the shadows in the corner, flicking out its scarlet tongue and shooting at the trembling soldiers.

"Bang"

The floor exploded, and Thor bent down against the ground, with pieces of phantom, and ran over in an instant.

Although the rapier is unbladed, it can easily penetrate the thick long tongue under the terrifying power.

There was a violent shaking of his hand, and the tip of his tongue turned back and stabbed back at Thor.

"Same move, idiot!"

Thor burst into tears, snatching the trembling soldier's musket with lightning with his other hand.

"Bang"

The smoke of gunpowder rose, the flesh exploded, and the half-cut tip of the tongue with a barb fell to the ground with a click, twitching and bouncing.

The tongue was badly wounded, and the black shadow's cry of pain was more like a whimper.

"Come out for me!"

Throwing away the musket, the muscles in Thor's back bulged, and he grabbed the rapier and burst into a snort.

The unbladed sword was more like a thin stick, and the black shadow was like a poisonous snake that had been grabbed by the head, struggling to be pulled out of the shadow and thrown in the center of the living room.

"Shoot!"

The musketeers instinctively pulled the trigger when they heard Thor shouting angrily.

"Bang Bang Bang"

The dimly lit living room burst into flames.

At such a quiet distance, the black shadow was already weakened, and was suddenly splashed with flesh and blood from the concentrated fire, rolling on the ground like a leather ball, and howling miserably.

A volley ended, and the pungent smoke filled the living room.

Ordinary people have already become a puddle of rotten meat in such gunfire, but the black shadow is only beaten to reveal the white bones, but the breath of life is still vigorous.

Amazingly, his injuries are still slowly but surely recovering.

"Get out!"

In this terrifying situation, as soon as Thor waved his hand, everyone panicked and fled from the villa.

Flod, however, remained in the living room, escorted by two soldiers.

Thor didn't care, and walked towards the black shadow on the ground.

"Let me see which lucky one is the unlucky one. ”

Scarlet tongues lay on the floor, twitching twice occasionally, and the tattered body wriggled with granulations, misshapen limbs, and eerie bony masks.

It's really not a "person" anymore!

Thor kicked away his tongue that was trying to wrap his ankle around him, and leaned over to remove his mask.

In order to save the face of the sheriff, Flot endured his fear and did not go out.

At this time, I saw Thor's movements stop strangely, and after a moment, his palms began to tremble slightly.

"What's going on?"

Driven by curiosity, Flo approached cautiously with two guards, and suddenly heard a staccato whisper.

"Is that you... Saul... My best friend ......"

Flot saw Thor's palm, which slowly turned into a fist, and his fingers were white, but he still couldn't stop trembling.

"Really?"

A guess surged into his mind, and Flot was stunned.

The young Macallan who turned into a monster, the filthy infected body in the mine, the sheriff's corpse in the sewage alley, the flesh kitchen......

Scenes poured into Flod's mind like a tide, and then condensed into the figure of a chubby teenager.

Looking at Thor kneeling on the ground, Flot suddenly felt a kind of absurdity of fate.

“... I don't want to hurt anyone... But I can't help it..."

“... Thor, am I stupid... I want to be stronger, but I make myself like this..."

“... Mom's favorite kitchen, too, was soiled by me..."

“... But it's so dark and cold at home... There's nothing left..."

“... I regret it... Thor, help me... Just like we used to..."

Somehow, Flode's nasal passages were sour, and his lacrimal glands were warm.

The bone mask suddenly shook violently, growing more bone spurs that stabbed wildly into the skull.

At this moment, a pair of hands firmly grasped the sides of the mask, and the back of the hand gushed blood and wrapped bone spurs, burrowing into the mask.

The bone mask emitted an eerie scream, like a baby's cry:

"Don't, don't, I can give you great strength, I can give you eternal life, I can... Ahh

There was a scream, and the bone mask was pulled up by the bloodline.

Under the mask, there is a weeping teenager.

The face that was once fat is now pale, thin, and bloodless.

The moment the mask left, the boy withered rapidly, and life passed like an inverted hourglass.

The boy showed a difficult smile:

"Thank you, Thor, you'll always be my best friend..."

The voice grew weaker and weaker, and finally Thor leaned down and put it to the boy's mouth:

“... Why... I'm like this, weak, why, I can't protect it..."

“... Saul... I, miss my mother..."

The sound was completely gone.

The boy dissipated into gravel, and Thor seemed to become a statue.